"Ay, he is," Harry agrees with genuine affection.

"Though," he adds, giving Enjolras an appraising look over. "He would perchance be small for thee, thou couldst well bestride a bigger. The destriers we kept were well muscled, but small. I know not wherefore-- I must beg Feuilly learn of it, and tell me." He grins.

He looks at the walking-stick. "With that? That I would fain learn."